A/N sorry about not updating this book in a while also, might be a bit triggering as Melissa has a sorta break down in this
I sigh and lay on my bed, my mother and her boyfriend, John, are still in New Zealand, the guys left a few days ago and now, once again, I'm all alone...again
I should be used to it by now, but it still hurts...more than it should.
I don't realise that I'm crying until I feel dampness on my face. I'm crying, like a little kid. I'm 16 for fu.cks sake, I should be used to it. But I'm not. I'm still the scared little girl I was when I was 11. I'm still useless. I'm still scared. I'm still little. I'm still worthless. I still could die and nobody would care, nobody would notice. Not at all.
Maybe I should die. Or maybe run away. Nobody would miss me, not even my own freaking parents. NOBODY.
I get up and slip my t-shirt off, sighing at what I see. I see a boy, trapped inside a girls body. And I hate myself for seeing that. I wish I was normal.
If I wasn't like...this then I would be normal.
I pull my T-shirt back on and walk out of the room, grabbing my phone and texting Andy. 'Andy help. Having breakdown'
More tears are running down my face as I tug at my hair. Slowly, everything turns black.
